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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Pole,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.