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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.