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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.