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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.