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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.