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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Slits 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.