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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.