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 Angola and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.