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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Mars,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.