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 Macedonia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Shoche,
the Swans,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.