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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.