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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.