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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.