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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.