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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Index,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Technova,
This Heat,
New Order,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.