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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Pole,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.