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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
MDC,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.