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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.