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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.