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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Sound to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.