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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
The Move,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.