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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.