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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.