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 India and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Mars,
MDC,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.