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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.