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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.