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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.