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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.