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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.