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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Swans,
10cc,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Skarface,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.