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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.