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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
AZ,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.