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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.