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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.