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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.