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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.