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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.