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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.