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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.