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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Essential Logic 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Standells,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.