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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.