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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.