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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.