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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.