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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.