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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Brick,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
MDC,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.