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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.