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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.