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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Smog,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.