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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.