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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.