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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.