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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.