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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Technova,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Television,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.