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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.