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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
PIL,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.