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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.