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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.