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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.