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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.