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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.