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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.