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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.