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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.