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 Turkey 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.