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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.