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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.