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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.