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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Can,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.