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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Can,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.