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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.