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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.