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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Little Man,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.