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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.