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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.