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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Faust,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.