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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.