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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.