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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
MC5,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.