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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.