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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.