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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 cv313 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?
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.