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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.