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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Chrome,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.