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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.