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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.