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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.