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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.