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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.