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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.