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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.