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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.