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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Black Pus 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.