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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.