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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.