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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.