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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.