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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.