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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.