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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Manila and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Index,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.