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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Crime,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.