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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.