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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.