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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.