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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.