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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Icehouse,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.