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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.