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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.