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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
New Order,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.