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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
X-102,
the Slits,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.