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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Television,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.