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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The Move,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.