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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
DNA,
Wire,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.