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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.