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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Television,
Excepter,
The Remains,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.