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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.