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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.