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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.