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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.