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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.