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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.