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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Can,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.