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 Czech Republic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.