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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.