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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.