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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.