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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.