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 Russia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.