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 Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.