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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.