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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
UT,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.