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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.