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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.