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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.