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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.