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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.