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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.