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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Slave,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.