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 Norway 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.