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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Can,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.