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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dawn Penn 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.