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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Index,
MDC,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.