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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Nas,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.