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 Argentina and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.