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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.