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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.