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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.