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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 World's Most 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
the Association,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.