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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 snare 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
John Holt,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.