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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.