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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.