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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.