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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.