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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.