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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.