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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.