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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.