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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.