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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.