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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.