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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.