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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.