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 Romania and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.