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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.