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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Smog,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.