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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.