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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.