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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.