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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.