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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
JFA,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.