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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.