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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.