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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.