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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.