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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.