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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.