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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.