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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.