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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.