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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.