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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.