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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.