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 France 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
This Heat,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.