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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the punk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.