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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.