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 Mexico City.
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 Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.