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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.