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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.