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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.