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 Philippines 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.