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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.