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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.