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 Niger 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
UT,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.