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 Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.