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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.