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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.