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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.