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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 DNA 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.