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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.