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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
cv313,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.