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 Canada 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.