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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.