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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.