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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.