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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.