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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.