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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.