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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.