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 Ukraine 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.