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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.