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 Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.