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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.