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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.