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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.