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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.