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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.