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 Greece 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
The Move,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.