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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Wings,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.