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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.