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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Franke,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.