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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.