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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Japan,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.