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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.