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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.