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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
UT,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.