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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.