Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.