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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.