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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
JFA,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.