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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.