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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.