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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.