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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Make Up,
The Human League,
PIL,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.