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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.