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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Wings,
Franke,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.