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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.