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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.