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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.