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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.