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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.