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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
X-102,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Nico,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.