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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.