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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.