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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
JFA,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.