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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.