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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.