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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
World's Most,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.