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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.