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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.