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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.