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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Monks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.