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 France and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.