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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.