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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.