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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.