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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Associates to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Mars,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.