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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.