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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.