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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.