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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.