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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Associates,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.