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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.