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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.