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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.