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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.