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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.