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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.