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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Techniques to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.