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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.