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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.