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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
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.