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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.