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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.