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 France and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.