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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.