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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.