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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
MC5,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.