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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.