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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ituana 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.