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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.