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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.