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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Television,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.