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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Mars,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.