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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 theremin 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Monks,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.