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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.