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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Wings to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.