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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.