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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.