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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
The Standells,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.