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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.