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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.