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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.