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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.