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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.