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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Index,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.