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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Monks to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.