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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Television,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.