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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.