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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.