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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
X-102,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
X-101,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.