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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
CMW,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.