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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.