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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.