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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Hoover,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
the Association,
Slave,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.