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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Wings,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.