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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
ABC,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.