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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.