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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.