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 Greece and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.