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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.