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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
CMW,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.