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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Can,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.