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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.