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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
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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.