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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.