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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Model 500,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.