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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.