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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.