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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.