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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.