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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.