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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.