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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.