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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Technova,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.