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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 güiro 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.