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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.