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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.