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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.