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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.