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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
PIL,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.