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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.