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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.