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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.