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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.