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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.