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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Pole,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.