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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.