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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
The Index,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.