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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
PIL,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.