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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.