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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.