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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.