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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
June of 44,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.