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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.