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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.