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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
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.