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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.