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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Television,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.