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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.