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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Make Up,
New Order,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.