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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.