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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.