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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.