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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Bluetip,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.