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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.