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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.