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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monochrome Set 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.