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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.