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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.