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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
CMW,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Scientists,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.