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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.