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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.