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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.