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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.