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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.