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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 10cc to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Lyres,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.