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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
cv313,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.