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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Unwound,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.