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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.