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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.