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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.