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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.