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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fortunes to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.