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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.