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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.