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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.