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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.