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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.