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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.