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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Index,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.