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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.