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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.