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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.