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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.