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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.