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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.