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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Wings,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.