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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.