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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.