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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.