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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.