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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Television,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.