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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.