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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Technova,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.