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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.