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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.