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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.