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 Namibia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.