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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.