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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.