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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
The Evens,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.