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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.