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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.