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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.