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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Excepter,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.