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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.