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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.