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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Fall,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.