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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.