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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Residents to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.