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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Busters,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.