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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.