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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.