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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.