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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Names,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.