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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 ABC 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.