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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.