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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.