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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.