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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.