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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.