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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Mars,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.