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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.