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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.