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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.