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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Skarface,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.