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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.