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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.