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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.