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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.