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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Television,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.