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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.