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 Qatar and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.