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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.