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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.