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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Moebius 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.