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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.