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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.