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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.