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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.