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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.