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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.