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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Monks,
Pylon,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.