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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Echospace,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.