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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.