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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.