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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.