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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.