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 Congo 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.