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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.