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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.