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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.