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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.