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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.