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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.