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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.