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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Mars,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.