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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.