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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.