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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
The Slits,
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.