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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.