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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.