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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.