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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.