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 Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.