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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wire,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Monks,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.