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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.