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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Television,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.