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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.