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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.