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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.