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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Organ,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.