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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Index,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.