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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.