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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.