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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Brick,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.