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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
X-101,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.