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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.