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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.