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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.