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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.