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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.