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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.