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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.