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 Seychelles 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.