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 Nepal 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.