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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.