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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.