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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.