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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Flipper,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.