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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moleskins 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.