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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
ABC,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.