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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.