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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Television,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.