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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.