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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
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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.