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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.