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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.