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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.