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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
UT,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.