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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 PIL to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.