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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.