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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.