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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.