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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Symarip 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Scion,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.