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 Norway 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.