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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
UT,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.