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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.