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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.