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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.