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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.