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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
X-101,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.